Abandoned. Hunted. Out of control.
Gethyon is back! And with additional new and bonus content.
Gethyon Rees had always felt at odds with the universe, and hoped for an escape among the stars. But discovering he has the ability to cross time and space with just a thought brings more problems than it solves: a deadly bounty hunter who can follow him anywhere, the unwelcome return of Tarquin Secker--the mother who abandoned him--and an ancient darkness that seeks him and all those with his talents.
When an unforgivable act sets him on the run, it'll take more than his unearthly powers to save his skin and the lives of those he cares about. It'll take a sacrifice he never expected to have to make.
A science fiction adventure novel previously published by BURST (Champagne Books), and part of the Travellers Universe. A 2014 SFR Galaxy Award Winner for Most Awesome Psychic Talent and a 2015 EPIC eBook Awards finalist in the Science Fiction category. Also now includes the SF short story The Bones of the Sea.
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Gethyon
A Scifi Adventure Novel
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They reached the wide archway that led from
the vast tower foyer into one of the main thoroughfares of Penrith complex.
Gethyon leaned against the wall and passed Kauri to Sky, both of whom
protested. “Just for a moment,” he assured them, sucking in deep breaths. He
stared down at his scarred palm, trying to dredge up some power. “I don’t think
I can open a gateway here.”
Sky’s white skin meant he was incapable of
turning any paler, but the crystalline eyes widened. “Then where?”
Gethyon ran through their options. There
was no psi-energy source here that he could use, not like on Lyagnius. The only
alternative would be to reopen one of his old gateways, where the barrier was
already broken. It was the method Quin used: her talent didn’t extend to
opening new gateways as he could.
“We need to go back to Lyagnius.”
Sky shifted Kauri as she squealed in his
ear, overriding even the endless sirens and the scream of the approaching
storm. “Then we’ll have to run.”
The walls shook as they ran, the ground
trembling underfoot. Kauri screamed louder, and the sound ripped through his
head until they ducked into the sub-city. Here, the shrieking of the Siah-dhu
was muted, an eerie howl on the edge of hearing. They scurried through the
tunnel until they reached the last gateway Gethyon had made.
“Here,” he announced weakly as Sky made to
run onward. The haemovore stopped and waited. Gethyon lifted his hand, reached
for gateway…and felt nothing.
Panic rose in black, chilling waves. Kauri
wailed, her voice a blade through his skull.
Focus! He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and tried to seal his mind
against her cries, against the banshee call of the Siah-dhu as the darkness of
it seeped into him, into every corner of his mind. It smothered all light,
every thread of power within him. He dug his nails into his palms, used the
pain to fuel his anger, to spark the flames deep in his soul.
Silver and blue flickers answered, small
and fleeting. He plowed his grief and fury into them, the sharpness of his loss
and the blind rage of his hatred for Jinx. The energy flared into life, so
furiously that his knees buckled at the wildness of it. Gethyon gasped. It
wasn’t the same as before. This was the raw power that had been part of his
awakening talent as a child, but summoned by force, not a frenzied release
spurred by panic. It roared through his veins, fire and ice, splinters and
flame that melded and scorched along his nerves. He felt as though his skin would
peel back and char at the ferocity of it, his blood vaporize, his bones melt.
With a scream, he opened his eyes, and blue fire flared across his vision as he
raised his palm and sent the full force of it outward. Azure lightning surged
into the gateway, shattered the seal, and blew it open.
“Go,” he commanded, and Sky dived through
with Kauri screeching in his arms.
A cold wind blasted his back, and Gethyon
turned his head, glancing over his left shoulder. Darkness seethed into the
tunnel behind, a billowing, writhing mass of shadow tinged with sullen red and
lurid purple in his heightened vision.
He couldn’t move. His feet seemed pinned to
the floor, his muscles locked into rigid immobility. The Siah-dhu howled at
him, their voice leaching all will and power from him. Despite the sparks of
energy within him, the darkness writhed through his gut, gnawing with jagged
teeth as it twisted though his mind. It was hunger magnified a thousand times,
as if the vacuum of space had opened inside him. He fell to his knees.
Gethyon.
Not quite a voice, not quite any sound he’d ever
heard, the Siah-dhu called his name. The roiling mass drew closer. Ice blasted
over him and stole all the breath and warmth from him, sucking the life out of
him.
“No.” The single word snatched him back
from the edge. He hadn’t come so far or lost so much to surrender.
As the Siah-dhu pulsed toward him, intent
on his consumption, he forced himself up again and turned his back on the
shadows. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, to resist that pull into
oblivion. The edges of the black cloud twined around him, incorporeal fingers
striving to grasp him, seething forward to swallow him…
The world disappeared.
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